Bound In Love's Curse [Gojo Satoru x Female Readers]

166 ~ Hundred And Sixty-Six

[T]his was unexpected—definitely something you'd expect from Nanami, but Gojo? Not in a million years. And since when had he gotten this close to Yuki?

"Come on, sweetheart." Gojo's voice, light but with that unmistakable playful edge, pulled you from your thoughts as he smoothly unbuckled his seatbelt.

Before you could react, he leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. It was tender, fleeting—but enough to make your pulse stutter. He'd been like this all day—balancing his usual banter with something softer, something almost... intimate. You couldn't quite place it.

"Yuki and Kota-chan are waiting. Let's not keep them too long, yeah?"

You blinked, trying to process not just the kiss, but this bizarre patience of his. The Gojo you knew would've teleported you both to Yuki's doorstep just for the thrill of it. There was a quiet restraint in him today that felt off. Not in a bad way—just... not like him. Then again, Yuki wasn't part of the world of curses and sorcerers. Maybe he was trying to protect her from that, in his own way. The sudden memory of Shinji hit you like a cold wave, making you grimace as you unclasped your seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

The soft thunk of the car door shutting behind you broke the silence. You trailed behind him, eyes narrowing as Gojo did something uncharacteristically normal—he rang the doorbell. Just as your thoughts started to spiral, wondering what game he was playing—

"Yuki! Guess who's here with her ridiculously good-looking boyfriend?" His voice carried that familiar, insufferable amusement.

You closed your eyes, exhaling sharply, resisting the urge to strangle him right there.

Subtlety? Never heard of it.

Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, you yanked him back down to your level with a little more force than necessary. His eyebrow quirked, a mock innocent look crossing his features, and he leaned in, eyes gleaming like he expected something—something you had no intention of giving him.

Without missing a beat, you clamped a hand over his mouth, stifling whatever idiotic remark he was about to throw next. His eyes lit up instantly, mischievous and teasing, the blue depths daring you to try and keep him quiet.

"Are you seriously doing this?" you muttered, casting a sideways glance at a couple who was passing by. They didn't hide their confusion, probably thinking the two of you were completely insane.

Gojo didn't even try to pull your hand away. Instead, he chuckled against your palm, the sound muffled but vibrating through your skin. And then—of course, because he was Gojo—you felt it. The deliberate graze of his tongue across your hand.

Your breath hitched, and you jerked your hand back, eyes narrowing into slits. It wasn't disgust or irritation—it was something far more dangerous. The memory of two nights ago rushed back, uninvited but vivid. The way he'd devoured you, relentless, hungry, leaving no inch of your skin untouched.

You swallowed hard, exhaling slowly in an attempt to steady yourself, but your gaze faltered, dipping to his lips—those soft, infuriatingly tempting lips that had you on edge every time.

He noticed, naturally. His smirk deepened, the playful spark in his eyes darkening with something far more wicked.

Gojo leaned in slightly, just enough to close the space between you, his gaze flicking down to your lips and back to your eyes, as if daring you to bridge the gap. The tension between you thickened, palpable, your body screaming at you to close the distance. But you refused. Not here. Not now.

Then, the soft shuffle of footsteps from behind the door mercifully cut through the tension. You blinked, tearing your gaze away from him just as the door cracked open. Instinctively, you forced your expression back into something cool, composed—your usual dark, controlled exterior reasserting itself. Gojo lingered for a moment longer, still smirking, before finally pulling away. His amusement was clear in the glint of his eyes.

"Next time," he murmured, low enough that only you could hear, "you won't get off so easy."

You tilted your head slightly, a soft, knowing smile playing on your lips. "We'll see about that."

The door swung open fully, revealing Yuki with her warm, easygoing smile, completely unaware of the charged atmosphere that clung between you and Gojo. She welcomed you both like it was the most natural thing in the world, like Gojo didn't just declare your 'relationship' to half the neighborhood.

You stepped inside, your posture easing back into its usual calm, collected grace. Gojo, ever the performer, strolled in behind you, that playful grin of his still firmly in place—like a predator who was always a few steps ahead, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"Hey," you greeted Yuki, your voice betraying just a hint of awkwardness as you glanced between her and Gojo, trying to downplay his dramatic entrance.